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		<title>No idea where I&#8217;m going</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Stephen M. James]]></dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[College]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA[Hunched on my couch with flannel and &#8216;boggin: comatose. I&#8217;ve drawn in my antennae (and) vision, afraid to breathe my words for their heat, trying to shut out the cold outside and in. if strength is perfected in weakness, call me Atlas&#8211;once leading men now sulking alone with my circular burden.]]></description>
				<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Hunched on my couch with flannel and &#8216;boggin:<br />
comatose.<br />
I&#8217;ve drawn in my antennae (and) vision,<br />
afraid to breathe my words for their heat,<br />
trying to shut out the cold outside and in.<br />
if strength is perfected in weakness,<br />
call me Atlas&#8211;once leading men<br />
now sulking alone<br />
with my circular burden.</p>
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